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Poster: tigerbolt Date: Mar 29, 2008 1:32pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Scotland's lonely hearts

Ower Scotland's corn the laverocks whustle,
Amang the rigs the corncraiks rustle,
Frae gowden taps the millstanes jostle
And hoop wi' health,
Auld Scotland's cog o' grit an' gristle -
A nation's wealth.

Ye wha wad ken life's pleasures sweet,
Wad haud the doctor in the street,
Wad mak' the tichtest twa en's meet
Whan scant o' siller,
Taste parritch fine! and thy glad feet
Will chase the miller.

In boilin' water, salted weel,
'Tween fingers rins the ruchsome meal,
While the brisk spurtle gars them wheel
In jaups an' rings -
Ae guid half-hour, syne bowls may reel
Wi' food for kings.

Nae butter, syrup, sugar brown,
For him wha sups, shall creesh thy crown,
But milk alane, maun isle thee roun',
Till thou dost soom,
Then a' man needs is ae lang spoon
And elbow room.

Gie France her puddocks and ragouts,
Gie England puddings, beefs, and stews,
Gie Ireland taties, shamrocks, soos,
And land sae bogie,
True Scotsmen still will scaud their mou's
Ower Scotland's cogie.

Puir parritch! here thou'rt scant respeckit,
For frizzled fare, thou'rt aft negleckit;
But Grecian Sparta sune was wreckit
'Mang drinkin' horns,
And Scotia's thristle may be sneckit
Whan thee she scorns.

But, mark the Scot ayont the sea
Welcome his meal, wi' dewy e'e,
He gars the first made parritch flee
Frae oot the dish,
While, that his pock ne'er toom may be,
Is a' his wish.

Proud Scotland's sons, o' hill and glen,
Ha'e round the world frae en' tae en'
Wi' doughty deeds o' tongue and pen,
Coal, steam, and steel -
O! what has made those mighty men,
But Scotland's meal?

On Bannockburn, and freedom's day,
When Britons met in war's array,
E'en though the Northmen knelt to say
Their creed or carritch,
What made the differ' in that fray
Was Scotland's parritch.

For makin' flesh and buildin' banes,
There ne'er was siccan food for weans,
It knits their muscles steeve as stanes,
And teuch as brasses;
Fills hooses fu' o' boys wi' brains,
And rosy lassies.

My blessing on the dusty miller
Wha gi'es me gowden health for siller!
My blessing on each honest tiller,
Wha breaks the clod,
And gars green corn, Death's foe and killer,
Spring frae the sod!

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Poster: rastamon Date: Mar 29, 2008 2:29pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Scotland's lonely hearts

Hey tigerbolt, did you get my Los Lobos email?
I contacted you thru the bt.etree link

This post was modified by rastamon on 2008-03-29 21:29:46

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Poster: tigerbolt Date: Mar 29, 2008 2:37pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Scotland's lonely hearts

i'll go check,i'm bad at checking my email.it's easier to get a hold at me at legs.i have a los lobos show? it's getting hard to keep up with what i got.i'm about to eat so i responed in a little bit.